Alph. What lady's that that kneels ? Cast. The chaste Evanthe. Alph. Sweet, your petition? Alph. The bad man shall attend as bad a master, And both shall be confined within the monastery: His rank flesh shall be pull'd with daily fasting; But once a-week he shall smell meat, he'll surfeit else; And his immodest mind compell'd to prayer; me, Madam, at court I shall desire your company; You are wise and virtuous; when you please to visit My brother Frederick, you shall have our licence.— My dear best friend Valerio ! Val. Save Alphonso! All. Long live Alphonso, king of us, and Naples! Alph. Is this the lady that the wonder goes on? Honour'd sweet maid! Here, take her, my Valerio; The king now gives her, she is thine own without fear. Brother, have you so much provision that is good, That we may venture on with honest safety, Fred. All that I have is yours, sir. EPILOGUE. WE have your favours, gentlemen, and you Have our endeavours (dear friends, grudge not now.) Can put off many a maid unto a friend, Untainted flesh, we hope our friends will prove. SCENE, Master and Keepers of the Mad Folks. A Scholar, A Parson, An Englishman, JENKIN, a Welshman, } Madmen. Courtiers, Porter, Three Gentlemen, and Four Peasants. ALINDA, Daughter to ALPHONSO. JULETTA, ALINDA's Maid, a Witty Lass. Fool. Ladies. SEGOVIA, ALPHONSO'S NEIGHBOURING CASTLE, AND THE CIRCUMJACENT COUNTRY. SCENE I.-The Country. A Room in the Castle of ALPHONSO. Enter ALPHONSO, CURIO, and SEBERTO. Curio. Signior Alphonso, you are too rugged to Believe, too full of harshness. [her, Alph. Yes, it seems so ! Seb. A father of so sweet a child, so happy, Seb. Can you be angry? Can any wind blow rough upon a blossom Alph. All this is but prating: Let her be ruled; let her observe my humour; Curio. No doubt, you may compel her; Alph. Is't not a man I wish her to? a strong man? What can she have? what could she have? a gentleman? A young man? and an abie man? a rich man? That fly to fitters, with every flaw of weather; Seb. I grant you, Roderigo is all these, And a brave gentleman: Must it therefore follow Upon necessity she must dote upon him? Will you allow no liberty in choosing? Curio. Alas! she's tender yet. Alph. Enough, enough, enough, sir; She's malleable, she'll endure the hammer: And why not that strong workman that strikes deepest? Let me know that: She's fifteen, with the vantage, And if she be not ready now for manage Seb. You know he is a banish'd man, an outlaw, And how he lives; his nature rough and bloody By customary rapines: Now, her sweet humour, That is as easy as a calm, and peaceful; All her affections, like the dews on roses; Fair as the flowers themselves, as sweet and gentle; How would you have these meet? Alph. A-bed, a-bed, sir: 'Let her be the fairest rose, and the sweetest, him ; If e'er they come to grappling, run mad for him: Curio. I dare not think so poorly. And hunt it narrowly. Make offer at the least glance of affection, But still so modest, wise Alph. They are wise to gull us. There was a fellow, old Ferando's son, And turn, and gaze again, and make such offers Curio. You need not doubt him, For long since (as 'twas thought, on a grieved conscience) He left his father and his friends; more pity! Alph. Let him be what he will, he was a beggar! And there I'll leave him. Seb. The more the court must answer. But certainly I think, though she might favour him, And love his goodness, (as he was an honest man,) She never with loose eyes stuck on his person. Alph. She is so full of conscience too, and charity, And outward holiness, she will undo me; And all poor rogues, that can but say their prayers, She thinks she's bound to dance to. As those are plentiful, our cares are quench'd then. Alin. Who will have me? Jul. Let every man take his fortune. If once I grow to breeding, a whole kingdom Jul. The more the merrier : 'Tis brave to be a mother of new nations. Alin. Why, I should bury a hundred husbands. Jul. 'Tis no matter, As long as you leave sufficient men to stock you. Alin. Is this thy mirth? are these the joys of marriage? Away, light-headed fool! are these contentments? If I could find a man Jul. You may, a thousand. Alin. Mere men I know I may: And there a Has liberty (at least she'll venture for it) [woman To be a monster, and become the time too; But to enjoy a man, from whose example, And sweetly govern with her-But no more of this, wench; 'Tis not for thy discourse: Let's in, and see What poor afflicted wait our charity. [Exeunt. Or what itch dost thou know upon me, tell me, When I quarter the same louse with you. Por. 'Tis ever so with thee, when thou hast done scratching, For that provokes thy stomach to ring noon. Oh, the infinite seas of porridge thou hast swallow'd! And yet thou look'st as if they had been but glisters: Thou feed'st abundance, thou hadst need of sustenance. Alms do you call it to relieve these rascals? Nothing but a general rot of sheep can satisfy 'em! Enter ALPHONSO, CURIO, and SEBERTO. Alph. Did not I tell you, how she would undo What marts of rogues and beggars! Seb. It is charity, Methinks, you are bound to love her for. Alph. Yes, I warrant you! If men could sail to Heaven in porridge-pots, [me? With masts of beef and mutton, what a voyage should I make !— Curio. A handsome well-built person. Alph. What country-craver are you?-Nothing A puppet-pilgrim? [but motion? Old Pil. He's a stranger, sir; This four days I have travell'd in his company, But little of his business, or his language, As yet I have understood. Seb. Both young and handsome; Only the sun has been too saucy with him. Alph. Would you have money, sir, or meat! what kind of blessing Does your devotion look for?-Still more ducking! I kept it for your goodness; but, ne'ertheless, And safer too, than any of these she-saints! Curio. Such a face, for certain ! Seb. Methinks I have seen it too; but we are cozen'd. But fair befal thee, Pilgrim ! thou look'st lovely. [Exeunt ALPHONSO, CURIO, and SEBERTO Por. Will ye troop up, ye porridge regiment? Captain Poor's-quarter, will you move? Enter ALINDA and JULETTA. Alin. You dull knave, Are not these wretches served yet? Alin. Do you make sport, sir, with their miseYou drowsy rogue! Por. They are too high fed, madam ; Their stomachs are asleep yet. Alin. Serve 'em plentifully, [ries? Or I'll serve you out next; even out o' doors, And serve 'em quickly too. Beggars. Heaven bless the lady! Alin. Bless the good end I mean it for. Jul. I would I knew it ! [sirrah! If it be for any man's sake, I'll cry "amen" too. Well, madam, you have e'en as pretty a port of pensioners Jul. It seems they are holy Pilgrims. That handsome youth should suffer such a penance! Would I were e'en the saint they make their vows to! How easily I would grant! Old Pil. Heaven's grace in-wheel you, And all good thoughts and prayers dwell about you! Abundance be your friend! and holy Charity And what you wish for most, end all your troubles! Old Pil. All my devotions wait upon your service! Alin. Are you of this country, sir? But far off bred; my fortunes farther from me. Old Pil. I have lived freer. Ain. I am no inquisitor; that were too curious. Whatever vow or penance pulls you on, sir, Conscience, or love, or stubborn disobedience, The saint you kneel to, hear, and ease your travels! Old Pil. Yours ne'er begin! and thus I seal my [Exit. prayers. Alin. How constantly this man looks! how he sighs! Some great affliction hatches his devotions.- Alas, he weeps too! Something presses him To me you appear so worthy of relieving, I am your steward: Speak, and take. He s dumb still! Now, as I have a faith, this man so stirs me, Alin. May-be he would speak alone: Go off, Afflicted hearts fear their own motions. Jul. 'Would I were nearer to him! [Exit. Alin. Why do you grieve? Do you find your penance sharp ? Or are the vows you have made too mighty for you? Does not the world allure you to look back, For hours ill-spent, for wrongs done rash and rudely, For foul contempts, for faiths ill violated, ness And then a sorrow shews in his true glory, When the whole heart is excellently sorry. I pray you be comforted. Pedro. I am, dear lady; And such a comfort you have cast upon me, Alin. He speaks nobly! Pedro. All that can make me happy; I want myself! [Apart. Alin. Yourself? Who robb'd you, Pilgrim ?Why does he look so constantly upon me? Apart "I want myself."-Indeed, you holy wanderers Are said to seek much; but to seek yourselvesPedro. "I seek myself, and am but myself's shadow ;" Have lost myself, and now am not so noble. member That bears that motto. "Tis not he; he is younger, Pedro. Your hand I dare take; me strangely! Alin. Take this key, and fetch me The marygold-jewel that lies in my little cabinet: I think 'tis that.-What eyes had I to miss him! [Exit JULETTA. Oh me, what thoughts! He had no beard then, and, As I remember well, he was more ruddy, If this be he, he has a manly face yet, A goodly shape. Enter JULETTA, with the jewel. Jul. Here, madam. Alin. Let me see it!- 'Tis so; too true! It must be he, or nothing: He spake the words just as they stand engraved here; "I seek myself, and am but myself's shadow." Alas, poor man! Didst thou not meet him, Juletta? The Pilgrim, wench? Jul. He went by long ago, madam. For, o'my troth, he is the handsomest man I saw this many a day: 'Would he had all my wealth, And me to boot!-What ails she, to grow sullen ? Alin. Come, I forgot; but I will recompense it. [Excunt. |